Hobbs Hollow

You are one lucky son of a bitch! I get that a lot. It is true. I was eighteen when I won a fifty-million-dollar lottery. I only got about half of it after taxes. I put most it in a savings account, short- and long-term investments, and I bought a hundred grand in gold coins when they were just three hundred dollars an ounce. A month later the price of gold began to creep upwards. So, I guess I was lucky in that way.

I sucked at what society calls interpersonal situations. I couldn't hold onto a normal relationship to save my life. I had changed my name legally to avoid annoying relatives and 'friends'. I got fixed to avoid having children because you know women never lie about being pregnant. When I told them, I couldn't have kids they'd flip me off and disappear. That kind of shit should be illegal. Years later I was so damn bored. My investments paid off in spades because of course they did. I gave to charities, donated to honest politicians, and even ran for office once because the two other guys running were so old and feeble as to be nigh on catatonic.

I won by a landslide. That was the longest four years of my life. You have no idea how much corruption exists. The only way to keep the lobbyists at bay was to place a sign in front of my desk that said 'Smile, you are on candid camera'. For some reason they left me the fuck alone after that until it came down to really close legislature. I voted my gut and neither along party lines or for would be corporate sponsors. I debated and spoke passionately about things that would genuinely help the average person. I was sanctioned on more than one occasion for colorful language. These old fuckers don't like to be called out on their shit on C-Span. Of course, anytime I was listed to be speaking the ratings for that session skyrocketed.

In the end it was a lesson in futility. Some bills got passed and most went down in flames or were added to until they were basically unrecognizable. I fled public office with a crowd of folks begging me to run for reelection. Hell no! I left the Senate behind me and returned to public life but this time as a paid paranormal investigator. I charged by the hour with the same rates as a low-end private investigator. I bought all the equipment, learned how it was supposed to work, and sat back and waited. My first clients were fans of mine from my political days or enemies that wanted to out me as a fraud. The problem with bringing my new career to the public was, wait for it, free advertising on mainstream news agencies. Suddenly my face was all over the air waves again. I was even invited to speak on the latest debacle in D.C. or locally. Business boomed. I hired my half-sister, who was desperate for a job and a place to live, to screen my calls and weed out the serious cases.

Then one day it all changed.

"I have to hand it to you." I said as her lips brushed the base of my cock.

"MMMM?" She moaned quizzically as the tip of my dick tickled the back of her throat.

"You've done a bang-up job around here." I moaned as I fought the urge to climax. "Damn, I think I'm going to..."

Gulping sounds mixed with my nigh ear-splitting cry of release could be heard.

"Come?" She giggled as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of one of my nicest button up shirts. I do love a woman that can rock a crisp clean white shirt and nothing else. "OOH! You are still hard as a rock... can I big brother?"

"Half... UNNNN! Damn your pussy is tight!"

"You say the sweetest things when you are buried in me." She snickered. "Have I ever thanked you for giving me a job?"

"Yes, and often you evil little shit." I moaned as she rode me reverse cowgirl style. "I love your ass, so plump and round. It has that little shelf near the bottom that is perfect for grabbing."

"Oh shit... I think we have a client!" She gasped as I stood up, bent her over my desk properly and banged the shit out of her. "Hurry!" She urged as her body began to shake. "Almost there..." She moaned as my cock swelled inside of her. "YESSSSS!" She howled as my load pulsed deep inside of her and she came like a god damn Saturn Five Rocket.

I pulled out, slapped her on the ass, and zipped up. I took a quick glance in the mirror and I looked like shit. When was the last time I shaved? Jeez man, you are a wreck! Good. I placed my open palm in front of my mouth and exhaled. I winced. I reached into the belly drawer of my desk and took out three pieces of Big Red gum and chewed furiously.

Ding!

The front doorbell rang, and I tucked in my shirt of and answered the door. There was a short yet curvaceous young lady standing there. She was gorgeous even with the diagonal scar running across her left cheek. I dug exotic chicks and she was as odd as they came.

"Is this the Medici Paranormal Investigators?" She asked wrinkling her nose.

"Yep, come on in," I said, and she hesitated. I didn't blame her. Madison, my half-sister, and I had been on a binge of booze, leftovers, and sex for a week.

"Your shower is running." Madison announced. "You stink to high heaven and low hell." She stated and then looked at the young lady standing in the foyer. "You can wait out here and take a seat on the toilet while he showers. You'd be surprised how many choose the bathroom."

"Aw, what the hell." The girl laughed and followed me to the largest room in the house outside the bedroom. "Damn!" She exclaimed when she saw the set up.

"My astrological sign is Cancer. I like water a lot." I said as I undressed and hit the shower. "So, what is going on?"

"Ever hear of Hobbs Hollow?" She said from just outside the shower. I could see her silhouette through the frosted glass wall.

"Nope! No wait, I have heard of it. The movie Hell House was based off it. The original script not the edited one that Roddy McDowell made. That place is like crazy haunted or so the stories say."

"That's the place. I want to do a full walk through will cameras, equipment, you know the works." She purred. "I can't pay much but uh... perhaps we can come... to an understanding." She said as she stood naked in the open space. "Well?"

"Close the damn door," I stated shivering. "I am freezing here."

"I need your help Mr. Medici." She moaned as she pressed against me after closing the shower door behind her.

"How did you get that?" I asked tracing her facial scar.

"Car accident. I was the lucky one. My father was driving and died on impact. The airbag deployed and broke his neck. They called it a freak accident." She stated as her hand slithered down and wrapped around me. "Speaking of lucky."

"You've done this before." I moaned as she began stroking me. I was getting aroused and that surprised the hell out of me after banging Madison. "He died near Hobbs Hollow?" I asked as she began squatting down to blow me.

"UNNNNHUHHHH!" She purred as she cupped my balls as she licked the underside of my dick.

"Fine. I need a road trip. Get to it and I'll consider it a down payment." I growled.

I love it when a woman goes down on me. Each woman is different. Some are gentle almost meek about licking or sucking a guy's cock. Some like it but wouldn't swallow to save their lives. Then there were girls like Madison, she couldn't look herself in the mirror if she didn't swallow. It was almost an honor thing. Then there was... what was her name? Tori opened her mouth and impaled her face on my erection. She took the entire length, and I don't want to brag but I'm damn proud of it, in one go. I yelped in surprise when she deepthroated me in one not so smooth motion.

Yelp!

She closed her eyes and went to town. I didn't have to grab the back of her head, which I really enjoyed doing if I am being honest here. There is nothing like getting a fistful of hair and fucking a woman's mouth as if it were her pussy. When Tori opened her eyes suddenly, I could almost hear her say.

'Fuck my mouth-pussy mister.'

So, I did. I grabbed both sides of her head and went at it. She never flinched. She never gagged. Hell, she moaned and licked like a woman possessed! Aw shit, not again! I thought as I cried out and blew down her throat. I leaned gasping against the cold glass wall of the shower. She stood and opened her mouth showing the last of my load before swallowing one last time.

"Ah! Tasty!"

"Want to wash my back?" I joked and she bent over to pick up my loofa. "Holy shit girl I am so sodomizing you... later... I'm too damn drained now... but later that ass belongs to me." She replied in the only way dream sequences are supposed to.

"Of course, you are." Tori said with a wink. I pinched my cheek hard and she was still there. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just making sure this isn't a dream or seizure or something." I admitted. "You aren't possessed, are you? Nah, I didn't think so... just checking."

Research and Road Trip:

I'd like to say that I hit the books and researched Hobbs Hollow and its infamous haunted house. The research got done, it just wasn't done by me. Madison is an investigating fiend. She finds stuff out there that I wouldn't being to know where to look. I did read everything she found though. I found something she missed that struck me as odd. There was no website for the town of Hobbs Hollow. I stuck my toe into the internet looking for who provided utilities to the town. It was easy to find out the companies in that region that should be involved. It was impossible however to find which of three overlapping utilities that serviced the tiny town of Hobbs Hollow.

"Hobbs Hollow?" A nasally challenged woman asked.

"Are you sure about that spelling?" The man replied.

"I got nothing." The last company admitted.

"Thanks." I replied to all three of them. "This is going to be interesting."

"Tell me about it." Madison declared as she stuck her head into my office. "The house burned down twenty years ago and yet..."

"It is still there." I offered.

"Bingo! I found a mention of the fire in a newspaper from a neighboring town." She said as she plopped down in one of the two high backed leather chairs. "For some reason I can't find the web site for the Hobbs' Inquisitor. Maybe it's just down."

"I can't find one for the town." I added and she made an inscrutable face. "Also, the three utility companies in that area never heard of or have no listing for Hobbs Hollow."

"Weird." She murmured. "Chalk it up to this won't be a boring road trip."

"Yeah, no shit. Are you packed yet?" I asked just as the clothes dryer's buzzer sounded.

"I am now and so are you. What are you packing for this one, besides two boxes of condoms?"

"Climbing belt and spikes." I muttered. "I got a bad feeling about this one."

"You are terrified of heights." She reminded me.

"True. I am also not going through Shallowsea again. You remember that shit storm." I stated and she laughed before replying.

"No, that was before I got hired." She reminded me. "So, what about it? What happened? Rinaldo? Hey!"

I ignored her. I didn't want to dredge that up before a job. We packed our gear and enough clothing for the four hours plus drive and likely three to four day stay in the town of Hobbs Hollow. The girl, Tori Ramirez, arrived a half hour later. She was clad in tight fitting jeans, a thick button up shirt, and a light jacket. Her long dark brown hair was up in a single ponytail and it still nearly hit that round ass of hers.

"When the hell did it get so damn cold?" I asked and went back in and changed out of the shorts I was wearing.

Twenty minutes later we were on the highway, and an hour out we were on a four-lane highway leaving the major urban landscape behind us. Madison was in the backseat with her tablet computer and informed us that the town showed up on Google Earth. It was a real place at least. I was having my doubts about finding a town and instead just the remnants of one petrified or abandoned. I switched on the radio and when I hit the seek button it found a Christian rock station.

"Aw hell no!" I cursed as a giggling Madison offered a USB plug which Tori plugged into the radio. She took over and soon the crisp sounds of classic rock filled the car.

"Better?" Tori asked.

"Yes." I replied. "You okay?"

"Yeah... why?" She stated and then touched her cheek. "You want to know how I got this scar?"

"I thought it was in the car accident." I said as she licked her lips.

"It was, but it was during a road trip like this one, and my dad was driving. We played a game to keep him happy and wide awake." She purred as she unhooked her seat belt. She scooted close and unzipped me. "Daddy was a fan of fellatio. You ever wonder why I am so good at it? MMMM hard already." She moaned as she spat on the palm of her hand. The music didn't quite drown out the wet slippery sounds as she stroked my erection. "Daddy said I had the nicest touch."

"I bet daddy like doing you from behind." Madison moaned as I heard her zipper slide down.

"UNNNN!" I growled as Tori went on the attack. "Daddy's little girl huh. Did he teach you how to swallow too?"

"MMMMHMMMM!" She moaned causing my foot to slip off the accelerator.

Creedence was singing about a back door and all I could think about was my cock buried in Tori's tight little ass. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see my half-sister with her jeans and panties around her knees. She had fingers buried in her snatch while she watched Tori suck me off. God forbid we get pulled over. I forced myself to focus on the road.

WOOT! WOOT!

I nearly shit myself when the guy in the semi drove up next to us. From his vantage it was clear what was going on inside our car. Another double blast of his air horn and he drove off. I told Tori her ass rated four stars and she pushed her head down further in complete agreement. I dug my fingers into hair and held her head down when I climaxed. Many girls freak out when I do it but not Tori. She gulped down my offering and came up shaking and red faced.

"Did you get off on that?" I asked and she sheepishly nodded her head.

"I'm hungry. Let's top off the gas and grab snacks." Madison suggested as she licked her fingers clean and pulled up her jeans.

"Agreed." I acquiesced and pulled off the highway at the nearest truck stop. "Aw shit!" I cursed seeing the truck painted up in Optimus Prime's color scheme.

"It is him!" A bearded fellow exclaimed pointed at me and Tori. "What do you think of that ass? I told you it was epic!"

"I got this." Tori snarled under her breath. She walked over to the six-foot four tall trucker, pulled him down into a kiss, and then slapped him across the face. She whispered in his ear and the trucker cursed and ran for the bathrooms. He didn't make it though as he threw up halfway there.

"What the hell did you say to him?" I asked as we entered the truck stop.

"I told him he was cute and that I just swallowed your load right after French kissing him." Tori roared as she walked up to the attendant and ordered her food.

"Ha!" I chuckled as Madison informed me that Tori was a keeper.

It was nice after nearly three hours of nonstop driving to sit and stretch. Madison evaluated our position and how far we were from the Hollow. She guesstimated that we had between ninety to a hundred and twenty minutes until we got there. She hadn't figured in getting to the highway and leaving the confines of the city. The trucker returned, paid for a single orange rose, and offered it as a peace offering to Tori. She accepted and he apologized for being such a jerk.

"Where ya heading?" He asked and I reluctantly replied.

"Hobbs Hollow." I told him and he made a dismissive face.

"It ain't all it is cracked up to be." He informed us. "A lot of places get a reputation, ya know, and the Hollow is one of them. The fire didn't do that much damage and the folks there prefer a simple life and are by and large nice enough. Sorry again little lady."

"Apology accepted and uh thanks for the information." Tori replied.

He paid for his gas and food and with a gentle wave headed out. Relieved we finished eating and followed suit. Madison offered to drive but I wanted to. My brain needed time to process everything that we had about the town and the house. Tori joined Madison in the back seat, and they 'snuggled' while I drove.

Our late start and with it being a month into Fall the sun was setting as we pulled off the highway for the last leg of our journey. The road was fenced in on either side by old tree growth and the scent of pine was strong in the air. There was the occasional home or business set off and away from the edge of the road. The girls were looking at either side of the car and calling out when they spied something.

"House... ooh that's a nice one." Tori exclaimed.

"Hmm a testing facility," Madison declared, and I caught the briefest glimpse of the bright red and white company logo in my driver's side mirror.

"Another house." Tori said and then cried out. "Exit 66F, turn here!"

I turned down the blacktop road and soon we began to see signs informing us we were just six miles from Hobbs Hollow. How the hell did Google find this place? It is way off the beaten track. I leaned forward since there were few electric lights to illuminate the road. The road widened as we entered the town proper. I was expecting someplace like Dunwich or Innsmouth, talk about armpits of human society. But the Hollow was nice and screamed little town America. The town center was a mix of diners, small businesses, and a few bars. The town was decorated for Halloween and I realized it was only two days away. I parked the car in front of Denice's Diner and Tori slipped inside to ask if there was a motel or boarding house, we could get rooms at. She returned excitedly pointing at the western side of town.

"There is a bed and breakfast over there. It is run by a little old lady named Bates." Tori said sliding in next to me now. "She sounds like a real sweetie. Most of the stores close around five but the bars stay open until midnight."

"We'll go window shopping tomorrow. Let's get checked in and hit the bar." I suggested and followed Tori's directions to the B&B.

The town was heavy with brick constructions. It was old enough that there was little repetition of buildings and gave it a home grown feel instead of a modern cloned subdivision. There was plenty of parking in front of the Bate's place. It was an interesting two-story Edwardian with a dark exterior but the flickering of fire in the hearth seemed quite welcoming. I grabbed all the luggage as Madison rang the bell and a sweet soprano called out that the door was open and that we were expected.

"Come in!" She urged. "I built up the fire."

The Widow Bates wasn't the sweet old lady I was expecting. She was closer to my age than I was to Madison or Tori. She wore a modest cotton dress with thick wool socks on her feet. Her hair had a single stripe of silver in her ebony mane.

"What a gentleman!" She declared. "How many rooms will you need?"

"Um?" I hummed as I looked at the girls. "Two. Definitely two."

"Or," the Widow giggled. "You could rent the King's room. It has a huge bed and its own fireplace. It is a little more expensive but..."

"We'll take it!" Madison declared. "Sorry for interrupting you. I can get overly excited."

"Perfectly understandable." The Widow practically purred as she brushed passed me and took out her ledger. "Sign here sweet thing. We can get your credit card info tomorrow."

"Why don't you join us at the bar." Tori offered with a wink at me.

"I'd love to." She winked at me as well. "Let me get my coat and keys oh crap, let me get you guys settled! Now look who is all twitterpated!"

The room was at the top of the steps on the left-hand side. It took up half that side of the building. The bed was massive and constructed of local oak, pine, and cedar. The two chests of drawers were also handmade and local. The Gillman family were recent transplants from the turn of the last century. If that was considered new blood, I hate to see what they'd think of me buying property here. I set down the luggage as the Widow opened what I thought was a closet, but it turned out to be the private bathroom that went along with the room. I approved.